I wish to be good
With every fluid action
But there are still wicked moments and evil hours
Regardless I still dream of being good
Villains may plague my day, my thoughts, but I still...
You are the summer, ravishing and young,
that craves a harsher touch, a fatal change.
You prune with swords to fight thoughts on your tongue
that cry intelligence and worth estranged.
And yet, you find...
I hate that I miss you
Your zest, that sassiness, that sunshine ray that you’ve always
been that warms winters
I hate that I have to remember it always
How can I move on when I keep running into you?
When...
The leaves are changing colors
Beautiful yellows, oranges, bright reds, and pinks
It’s finally getting colder
The air is more crisper
And the nights are chilly
Now it’s time to bundle up
The fur stays...
dancing, i thought, is thinking through the body. your weight goes out before you, the trundle
of your hips confront imbalance.
the wheels of your pelvis spin, concur, compensate. feet flick choices
burl...
I want the world as a bakery
balanced in tree pose on downtown’s right hip.
I can flick a few ovens, string up some gold light,
and voila! Ambience and ambrosia.
I want the world as a penthouse,
unlike...
Forest Eyes
Her iris smells of morning rain,
Of decomposing leaves in soil.
Her gaze grows mushrooms in my brain,
And grapevines cross my flesh like coil.
We sit beside a waterfall.
My...
poem 1.
Sometimes I wonder, are there more legs or cars in the world? Because I see far too many cars and way too little legs.
Why don’t we always Walk? I think it is such a beautiful...
On a crisp October day,
my daughter is painting Nature
in the kitchen
by the screened glass door.
Her grandmother is out
side, hanging up
electrical fence around the garden
like Christmas...
I can pass an examination.
I come laced up tight in my corset,
Glitter floating off my body.
I make my kissy faces
And get on my knees.
I want You, examination!
And I let You take me
Because I want...
Contributing Writer
The chatter of people harmonizes with the song of
chirping birds and rustling leaves,
a melody as sweet as lemonade.
Nature’s outreaching hands caress tiny buds of new...
This collection of poetry by Lila Graham '22 reflects on her experiences as a transgender woman. Most were written before she came out, about being closeted. The exception is #5, written after Lila came...
